“ Freedom ” ~ requires not assertion ~

Why do they speak

Of freedom,

As  to dispense

Be of their province,

By what measure

Need expense

Falsely imply,

Want approbate

Fashions certainty,

Of inferred liberty…  

 

Who, so presumes,

Can rule we’re free,

Or they’ve a right

To author a decree, 

On any moral stake

Officiate so declare,

Such be their dictate…

 

They, paltry thespians

Speak of freedom,

As though in some play

Autonomy be their say,

Or self-determination

Wouldst be in doubt…

 

Why do they postulate

With such hypocrisy,

As if their fallacies

Ought give me liberty,

Whilst I’m already free,

Requiring not assertion

Thus my freedom be!

“ A Heritage ” ~ lost in translation ~

 

Born of a heritage

Said honourable,

Till left in a state

Of lost in translation,

Thus held in bondage

As easily manipulable,

For malicious consent

By malcontents

Of adverse adage,

Who’d force feed

The weak-kneed

Their ever-vile style

Of poutine national ism,

As this radical breed

Act out their roles,

That sews divisive seed

Of political looters,

To satisfy greed’s need

That exclude all others

Not of a heritage

Lost in translation!

 

“ Politician ” ~ on fitting creature ~

Once in a time

Said polite issue,

Ere may hold

Fitting creature

For politician,

Yet even then

The choice of men

Bared err in sight,

Told shy of brain

We’d but bemoan,

Their lack of train…

 

Tho ne’er too late

To try again,

For a new breed,

Save present bane

Of banana feeding strain!

 

“ The Wasp ” ~ hymenoptera or human ~

 

I’ve known wasps

Since childhood,

Hymenopterans

Held be human,

Sting they would,

If one did cross

Upon their stood,

Or in school’s hood,

One did presume

To set the pace,

Thus take the lead

And so displace

In their prized race,

These hymenoptera

Said bête noire wasp,

Thought per se human!

 

“ Rebelhood ” ~ beings who see ~

 

The onus need be

On beings who see                        

We still have a say,

Thus now to rewind

A once rebel say,

Long left behind

Yet far from dead,

And anxiously thus

To rebel the stead

Of philistines heads

Hid in democracies

Efficiently blind,

Whose corrupt ways

Will see our decline,

And moving ahead

To entertain change

May be out of range,

While what we’d to live,

With our rebelhood mind

Will have run out of time!

 

“ Promises, Promises ” ~ promises broken ~

 

Promises offered

In recycled words,

Feeding the coffers

Favours man’s fate,

Ever so vacant

It borders absurd,

Promises given

Intended to serve

Man’s coveted state,

His hidden agenda

Naively taken

Tho much at stake,

Promises broken

Even a covenant

Absent of honour,

Integrally crippled,

And ever so empty

Save otiose drivel,

Promises, promises

Of dubious solve,

Or dark that evolves,

Having less measure

Than pie in the sky,

Sadly quite void

Of substance to fly!

 

“ The Pollutician ” ~ known as politician ~

 

There be a time

Man believed,

The Machiavellian

Twisted mind,

Tho by and by

He edified,

His naïve belief

In guileful beings,

Waged employees

Of the electorate,

Known as politicians

Who would so dupe,

A trusting populace…

 

Thus dictionary tells

Politician be defined,

With a flattering say

Is that of schemer,

Who tries to gain

A sly advantage,

In underhanded way…

 

Hence fit homology

For false egalitarian,

We credulous spirits

Naïvely trust as true,

Offers that of polluter

As reference relevant,

To expose immorality

Of these odious beings,

I coin a name for thee

Pollutician, ye now be!